- Oct 7, 2000
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I smoked 3 packs a day from 5th grade till I was 30. Quit 20 years ago. Yeah, I'm that old but give my video below another hit please and tell me I don't look it. 
I'm intrigued by these things, almost tried one at the mall while xmas shopping. They had a demo booth. I decided I'm going to wait 10 years or so to see if anyone grows a 3rd lung or something similar from smoking them. If they check out ok and people aren't coming down with some never before seen ailments I think I'll give them a go. I liked nicotine. There were many times I enjoyed smoking. I absolutely despised the addiction though. Cigarettes owned me.
Quick story of something that really got me angry at cigarettes and showed me how powerful they were. Was 4AM, don't remember where I was coming home from but I was beyond exhausted. Cldn't keep my eyes open. It's virtually impossible to park where I used to live, and I got super lucky and found a spot right in front of my house. Just before getting out of the car I remembered I had no cigarettes left. Nearest open store at 4AM was a couple of miles away. I HAD to give up the spot and go buy cigarettes. I didn't have a choice. It absolutely HAD TO be done. My tiredness at the time, and having to search for parking after that really drilled home how much those f-ers owned me. And I didn't like that feeling. That, plus a thousand unsuccessful attempts, and an upstairs neighbor dying before my eyes of emphysema all helped aid my finally quitting.
I'm intrigued by these things, almost tried one at the mall while xmas shopping. They had a demo booth. I decided I'm going to wait 10 years or so to see if anyone grows a 3rd lung or something similar from smoking them. If they check out ok and people aren't coming down with some never before seen ailments I think I'll give them a go. I liked nicotine. There were many times I enjoyed smoking. I absolutely despised the addiction though. Cigarettes owned me.
Quick story of something that really got me angry at cigarettes and showed me how powerful they were. Was 4AM, don't remember where I was coming home from but I was beyond exhausted. Cldn't keep my eyes open. It's virtually impossible to park where I used to live, and I got super lucky and found a spot right in front of my house. Just before getting out of the car I remembered I had no cigarettes left. Nearest open store at 4AM was a couple of miles away. I HAD to give up the spot and go buy cigarettes. I didn't have a choice. It absolutely HAD TO be done. My tiredness at the time, and having to search for parking after that really drilled home how much those f-ers owned me. And I didn't like that feeling. That, plus a thousand unsuccessful attempts, and an upstairs neighbor dying before my eyes of emphysema all helped aid my finally quitting.
